: A bike ride in darkness not afraid to move on and choosing to see winter means you'll button my coat for me. The embrace, the kiss and the promise
: Like a long forgotten dream The tide carried ashore The red petal you once gave to me. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra-tracks
: "A place to take roots and grow up strong" I'll cut every tongue saying these words on a rusty wire. don't tell me stories to feed my mind. the path
: I remember to forget the time I may still leave that face unseen this broken mirror cuts no more through skin ('cause I?ve walked on the fragments '
: Time is rolling by...Time is rolling by and our fights have become scars that have survived the tries to hide this suffered page of time. This suffered
: There's something in the way you laugh when you're drunk that tells me all the things I'm glad you're not I need days to forget a line of your face
: I see you everywhere but it seems it doesen't care, I'm aware Icy words instead of hugs every face looks at me doin' mugs and I'm afraid of glowing
: I destroyed it just yesterday it was a cool present maybe the sweetest you have ever given me I broke it into pieces and threw it away and on it your
: A little pixie is on the way To break my heart and now I'm on a sailing ship to nowhere A flat emotion takes my time And leave inside my mouth A tast
: This I saw with my own eyes a cliff-swallow made her nest in a hole of the bank but when finished a snake crawled up to the nest whistling to the nest
: The floating of clouds, enchanting and slow, Is the sweetest thing that life could make me. And with warm hands in my pockets, I suddenly remember
: I'm half the way to become dust And I cry with the same eyes which saw you smile to me But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore You've already
: Sunday morning I'm sad in the heart Nothing to do 'till it's dark When I'll be drunk again Sunday morning Warm under the blanket Left alone just
: "I don't give a fuck" This is more or less how it sounded. So my will shall fall on your knees It?s just a matter of time. I've been always wrong
: Yesterday evening I took two keys from the bunch One was blue and the other silver They opened doors which were made of memories I gave them back
: And she keeps calling you "darling" probably as a joke she won't admit and it's simple, it is not my honey but I know I should think of music play
: I'm sitting at the table while my friends Are talkin' and I'm Wasting my ninth life and stealing ideas from a book So they can believe I'm strong
: We're the silent half untruths we have sharp pebbles in the boots we don't like happy endings we're dreams splattered on a toilet seat we remember
